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Pre-canon. Christophe is 18, Victor is 20. Christophe has been prepping for an opportunity to put the moves on Victor and now the time has come for him to lurk outside Victor's hotel room and pretend that they had plans. What could possibly go wrong?

"Where's my drink, Chris?" Victor says. He leans back on his hands, shaking his hair out behind him.

Christophe can't help taking a long look before he sets the glasses back down. Playing it cool worked so well in rehearsal but now that he's here, it's hard to keep his pulse from bumping and the anticipation from showing in his face.

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Pre-canon. While training in Toronto, JJ talks Otabek into handing out candy with him on Halloween.

"It's just to hand out candy," JJ says. "My parents used to rent out my side of the duplex and the tenants always gave out amazing candy. We owe it the kids to keep up the tradition." He slides over on the locker room bench and hooks an arm around Otabek's neck. "Come on, Beks. You don't have to wear a costume."

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Pre-canon. Chris is 20, Yuuri is 18. At the Nebelhorn Trophy, Chris decides to suavely seduce Yuuri by teaching him to properly apply makeup.

"There's something I can help you with," Christophe says. He leans down just a little and pauses to give Yuuri time to hear what he's just said. "Your makeup." He touches Yuuri's face, one finger sliding down Yuuri's cheekbone, then away.

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After Worlds, Otabek and Yuri's sightseeing plans are rained out so they're stuck in Otabek's hotel room. Yuri has one question for Otabek.

The worst part is Otabek doesn't know why. Things have been okay between them on Skype and Telegram. They talk several times a week and message a lot more. They've been talking during the competition, though there hasn't been time for much, mostly Yuri chattering and Otabek listening. A single flaring kiss in a corridor, before someone came around the corner and they pulled apart.

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Pre-canon. Snowed in after a competition, Chris asks Yuuri to teach him the tango.

Yuuri breathes in sharply, though he must have known where they were going, and the flush on his face deepens. He doesn’t speak but his fingers clutch Chris’s arm, holding on tightly like Chris is both the storm and the one who will bring him through it.